One step, two steps, three steps…
Moriarty walked toward Quinlan, his steps firm and agile as he slowly closed his eyes.
"System, list the spells with more than 10,000 points in the mall."
He had 35,800 points and urgently needed to exchange some powerful spells.
In the system store, Moriarty saw many powerful spells:
Ice Fist Sanction: 10,000 points.
Unleashes a devastating punch, and the wound from the ice punch cannot be healed by ordinary magic.
(Triggers a sanction effect every minute: 10 combos. One punch is equal to the damage caused by 18 combos.)
Acid Rain Spray: 10,000 points.
A summoning spell that takes a second to cast. Acid rain is sprayed in a fine mist with destructive properties like corrosion and dissolution. The amount of spray is determined by the caster's mana.
Haihe Waterfall: 25,000 points.
A summoning spell that takes three seconds to cast. Summons a massive waterfall with a temperature of minus 87°C, containing the dual water-based qualities of ocean (submerging) and river (impact).
Ocean Fraternity: 25,000 points.
Immediately takes effect upon casting, restoring 50% of the caster's health, 50% of mana, and 50% of psychic power.
Patronus Charm: 30,000 points.
Note: The host is temporarily unavailable after exchange!
With war imminent, Moriarty couldn't care less about the temporary unavailability of the Patronus Charm. He told the system, "Exchange Ice Fist Sanction and Ocean Fraternity!"
"Spend 35,000 points to exchange for Ice Fist Sanction and Ocean Fraternity. Please confirm, host?"
"Confirm."
"Ding Dong~ Congratulations to the host for the successful redemption. You have 800 points remaining. Wishing the host a quick rise to becoming the mastermind behind the scenes."
A cold current surged into Moriarty's arms, and he clenched his fists subconsciously, two faint light blue fist shadows forming.
A warm surge followed in Moriarty's mind as he learned the Ocean Fraternity spell.
"Moriarty!!!"
Tonks' scream rang from behind!
He opened his eyes to see Quinlan approaching.
One meter, two meters, three meters…
Quinlan transformed into battle form!
His slender right arm morphed into a werewolf's limb, bulging with muscle and packed with explosive power!
Thick wolf hair bristled, and five sharp wolf claws shimmered coldly.
He wielded a silver sword in his left hand, reflecting the starlight overhead.
"It's not just wizards who've evolved over the millennia. Vampires, too, have kept up with the times." Quinlan grinned, his four fangs shining with a strange blue-purple hue.
One bite from those fangs might make death the least painful option.
"Moriarty, be careful!"
Tonks could no longer contain her worry and shouted.
She wanted to help Moriarty but couldn't.
Although Archduke Quinlan had not named his opponent, his presence alone made it clear he expected a worthy wizard to face him—someone with rank and strength equal to a Vampire Duke.
Only Moriarty was qualified. If anyone interfered, England's pureblood dignity would become a joke.
The purebloods sweated nervously for Moriarty. Everyone knew vampires and werewolves were ancient enemies—an overplayed tale since childhood.
And using silver against vampires was basic knowledge in the wizarding world.
But Archduke Quinlan's transformed battle form shattered conventional beliefs about vampires!
"Moriarty!"
A heatwave rolled toward Moriarty's face, reeking of blood. Quinlan charged, claws slashing at Moriarty's head from the left—rancid air following his strike.
Bloodlust gleamed in Quinlan's eyes. In the next moment, Moriarty's head might explode like a watermelon—red and white scattered everywhere.
The purebloods held their breath…
So did the old Jew and Isaac…
Moriarty clenched his left hand. "Ice Fist Sanction!"
An ice punch the size of a desk collided with the wolf claws. "Bang Bang Bang…" Eighteen successive impacts echoed—only one punch thrown, but the damage equaled eighteen. Quinlan was hurled back across the ground.
"Crack!"
All five wolf claws shattered, the wrist punished too.
A thick white bone jutted from the wrist. Broken claws scattered, blood dripping. A layer of ice crystals covered the wolf fur.
Both wizards and vampires were stunned.
"Huh?!" Quinlan struggled to steady himself. The shock in his eyes faded into pain. He glanced at his arm, where the ice crystals were creeping upward from the ruined wrist.
"Passive Magic Surge, activate." Moriarty muttered.
Quinlan felt a bone-deep chill, but he licked his lips with a strange smile. "Ice magic? Yes, it restrains vampires. But who says I can't use magic too?"
"I'll trade my blood for the ice!"
"Kakaka…" A grinding sound rang out. Quinlan's right hand turned into a crimson ice fist.
Strangely, Moriarty's water-element magic inside Quinlan suddenly disconnected!
"Blood Ice Fist Sanction!"
Quinlan grinned, lunging again. He'd seized Moriarty's elemental magic and turned it into a weapon against him!
Moriarty wasn't sure if Quinlan could replicate the sanction effect. He spun his staff forward: "Gouging the Bone!"
"Petty trick!" Quinlan swatted the spell aside and threw a punch, yelling, "Are you just a coward hiding behind spells? Fight me in close combat!"
His tone was full of arrogance and fury.
Blood Ice Fist shattered the Cruciatus spell just like his momentum. But Moriarty detected only one fist shadow—no eighteen-punch sanction effect.
Good!
Moriarty tapped the ground with his toes, murmured "Dimoaka," and shot upward like an arrow. He hurled the Slytherin staff into the air. Water-element magic radiated from the rotating staff, rampaging through the skies!
Wizards and vampires alike felt a chill pierce their spines. They looked up in fear to see needle-thin raindrops and snowflake-like frost swirling down!
The northern wind howled like blades.
"Weather Spell: Frozen Rain!"
"Weather Spell: Frost and Snow Fluttering!"
"Meteorological Spell: Rustling Cold Wind!"
Except for "Cold Wind," which came from the system, the other two were original creations by Moriarty—conceived in an instant!
Moriarty had seen through Quinlan's so-called magic: "What you call magic is just the vampires' unique 'blood curse'!
Under this true magic that changes nature by force, your blood trickery can't hijack my elemental control."
"Damn you!" Quinlan screamed, his rage boiling over. "Think I only know blood curses? I—cough, cough, bah!"
A raindrop slipped into his mouth and hit his tongue directly!
The water magic seemed to find fertile soil and took root instantly on Quinlan's tongue.
While Quinlan gagged and spat, Moriarty descended behind him and grabbed his neck with both hands, "Touch of Cold Fury!"
Frost, rain, snow, and wind joined forces. In one second, Quinlan's neck froze solid. The chill flowed through his body—unyielding.
Quinlan bit down hard on his tongue. Blood gushed into his mouth, spreading warmth throughout his body, pushing back the cold.
"You dare match me in close combat?" Quinlan grinned proudly. "You'll regret your birth!"
"Clang!" The silver sword sprang free. Quinlan gripped it in a bizarre reverse grip and stabbed toward Moriarty's throat.
"Your vengeance burns bright," Moriarty smirked. He raised his right hand. "Flying Staff!"
A silver flash—the Slytherin staff dropped neatly into Moriarty's hand. He twisted it, and with a sharp clack, blocked the sword.
Quinlan switched to his right hand. A silent chant echoed in the air as black mucus oozed from his broken wrist!
Gudu Gudu—the toxic slime surged toward Moriarty!
"Poison! Direct contact is fatal."
Moriarty's eyes narrowed. He clenched his left hand, launched Ice Fist Sanction, and struck Quinlan's left shoulder!
Boom!
A gaping hole burst through Quinlan's shoulder, the bone shattered, his entire left arm dangling uselessly.
But the sanction effect activated—eighteen ice-blasted hits in rapid fire knocked Quinlan into the air, agony wracking his frame!
Clap!
Quinlan slammed into the icy ground.
Did Quinlan lose?!
Everyone shared the same disbelief. Could it be?
Leon, the eldest of the purebloods, stifled his excitement. He raised his wand and pointed it at Quinlan's vampires.
"Hogwarts Pureblood Army—attack!"
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